Cahill Grace Michael

My fiancé’s family put a price on his head. They were trading him for his drug-addicted cousin’s clean slate. At the family meeting, his mother, Eleanor, forced me to surrender the career I’d built from the ground up. She forced me to give up the man I loved, too. And my fiancé, Liam, said nothing. They all thought I would break down, cry, and accept their humiliating deal. But they were about to find out the game was now mine. ... Liam walked into my office without knocking. The scent of expensive Cuban cigars clung to him, filling the room like an invisible invasion. It was his mother’s scent. Eleanor’s. The mark of a messenger sent from the family's seat of power. “Ava, I need you to finalize the handover and move out as soon as possible.” He didn’t even look at me. His gaze rested on the wide Texas skyline beyond the window, as if he were admiring a view he had no claim to. His voice was calm, professionally detached, as if he were dismissing an ......